Sly Sidewalk Bird

Sly Sidewalk Bird

I met her on the sidewalk the other day. It would have been easy to walk on by. But her eyes held me (locked in, really) in a what’s-the-point look. Secret, quiet. “Psst!” What’s a bird? Two seeds, a scar and a stain of fluff? She’s more than that. She sees me.

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I wouldn’t, if I were you.

Don’t go in there.

But why?

You’re better than that.

Okay fine.

Humph.

I mean, am I right?

Let’s shake things up.

You’ll be sorry.

I’m sorry.

Sorry, what?